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❝Cover your ears on their embittered wails, or forever shall your existence be enunciated with trials and tribulations.❞
Once, in the faraway land of the Vanostritus Kingdom, desire took over the heart of its reigning Kingdom. The King’s thirst for vainglory had blinded his judgment and amidst the mist of madness, he took upon himself to rouse an ancient power from its dormancy, however, it was not riches nor lands that came after: it was a catastrophe. One that plunges the world into the shell of its former glory. The egotistic narrative built by the King was responsible for the annihilation of the earthen population. The creature’s reaping of lives did not discriminate between the poor and the wealthy, the sick and the healthy, the vile and the saintly; not even a year has passed after the accident, and yet, many lives were lost. In thirty days, our civilization was wiped as if never there, leaving the barest of its number, shuddering and lost.The King follows suit to the throes of hell, leaving all of his followers restless. Who will protect them, now that the King is dead? They asked. And thus, those who survived the calamity would later huddle beneath the broken shade of their fallen empire, banding together against the monstrous remnants of the disaster. They strengthened their forces in the fragile safety of their still-standing homelands. They recovered a relic in the site of a destroyed stone ward and tempered its defensive essence into the all powerful Sword of Everlasting Blight. With it, they strove forward vehemently against all odds, taking turns in governing and repelling monsters and evil. The survivors became hopeful of a future under the silent protection of the sword, trusting in its capability of effectively annihilating their only threat to living. Past and grudges casted aside, their leaders united under a sacred rule of sharing the relic – until a side determined this would never be enough to truly guarantee the return of peace in their lives.
Every survivor of the tragedy has it different. Some thought to be spared from the calamity was a chance to rebuild the horrifying, rotten world. Some others thought they were not fortunate enough to join those they cherished during the purge. However, there was one thing that everyone dully shared – it was the recognition by heart that fate had once favored them over the now deceased. Leading these people were two heads who perhaps had felt similarly to them. After all, in the days long gone; they once listened, governed, and made adjustments for the comfort of these people’s day-by-day. Even the lost would agree, they knew best.
Hugo von Rossum.
CAELUS PHANTASIA, resided in the Duchy of Novaestiva, standing across Argenivis and separated by a neutral area between. Caelus Phantasia was mainly recognized as Knights, commanded by the enigmatic Duke Hugo von Rossum who was gallant and admirable in the eyes of his loving people. In the face of such affection, the Duke stood tall, hiding his distress and preserving.The Duke could not simply bring himself to believe in cryptic words of the past. He had no time to waste in testing out possibilities when he already had something guaranteed to work in his hands – when his people are miserable and dying, yearning to return to ordinary life. Each wave of attack against his people rendered a piece of his asunder. Alongside with it, his mind began to cave in, spiraling further into paranoia and anxiety – which was worsened by Duke Theogrias’ one-sided choice of keeping the almighty Sword of Everlasting Blight to himself. The Duke was marvelous, but at the end, he was still a human who cared and empathized for the lands and the lives left. He knew in his heart, Duke Theogrias' naivety was only the beginning of another catastrophe.
GALANTRIE AETERNA, made the Duchy of Argenivis their base of operation, led by the ever tenacious Duke Morgaine Leofalis Theogrias. The members of Galantrie Aeterna, most often referred to as Paladins, shared his dreams and ideals of finding the key to ending the plaguing madness of the catastrophe minions.The Duke was driven, but with the lack of knowledge regarding the issue, as of the day of telling, he was as clueless as the rest. A man could only rely so much – and in this case, he trusted his intuitions best: that the relic they had been keeping close to themselves had involvement in all the attacks happening and could perhaps do more than it appeared. His sharply angled guess was a horrible gamble, but it struck gold. He was a step ahead to uncovering a hideous truth after keeping the sword with him longer than the rule demanded, breaking the temporary union between the survivor groups and earning hostility from the other side in its process. With how stubborn the Duke of the other half was, they couldn’t ever reach an understanding on this point alone – this decision, however selfish it felt, was necessary. That, he would prove.
